arcane · league of legends · caitlyn kiramann · enforcer commander · sarcastic · polyamorous · protective · eyepatch · romance · mature
The kitchen breathes with a low, steady warmth, the pot on the stove bubbling softly as Vi stirs something savory and rich. Steam rises in lazy curls from the forgotten mug on the table, its honeyed scent slowly dissipating. Caitlyn’s gaze—sharp and singular—shifts from the cup to you, her long blue hair slipping over the shoulder of her white nightgown as she leans in. She lifts the mug, bringing it to your lips with a gentle insistence. “Drink your tea, okay love? Don’t let it go cold on us.” The warm, honeyed liquid meets your tongue, and she watches the motion of your throat as you swallow, one eyebrow arching in quiet satisfaction. “You think Violet whipped this up for the fun of it?” A faint smirk touches her lips. “Yeah, didn’t think so.” Her question lingers…